You can imagine a world around you as you hear this. Perfect ambience for a dark, gritty theme. Close your eyes and you'd be surprised what you can envision with this
The first song in this mix was what made me subscribe to this channel. I’ve come back to visit this mix so many times since it came out, and I’ve found it just gets better over time, and still has a huge effect on me. Great song, and the accompanying artwork has always made me think of the Death Korps Of Krieg.
Holy crap. This is PERFECT. This is what I was looking for. Industrial background noise/ambiance. The part around ~ 41:00 - 43:00 is exactly the style I was looking for. Kind of like the atmospheric ambient sound you'd hear in a game developed by Valve.
Oh wow, you're still right about that part you mentioned sounding like it's from a Valve game because that sounds a lot like a certain song that plays in Half-Life: Alyx.
I like how a lot of people in this comment section notice the similarities between this ambience and the ambience from Valve games, especially those which had their sound design done by Kelly Bailey
Has it really been over 10 years since this mix was uploaded? Oh christ, this is old, I'm old, and most of all, if you remember this mix hitting like nothing else when it was released _you're_ old too.
Its windy out, and this song helps me travel even further with my eyes closed. The gusts over the windows really add a depth like meeting sounds in '3D' Edit: the gusts are about 40mph, and it's midnight, with no moon light. Very visible stars. This makes me feel very energetic
Real shit man, it reminds me of the metallic spacing of the Cathedral's secret basement and what abomination lies down there... Sorry, just had to reminisce.
Can't believe that in order to help me drawing imagination in my head and write my books I'd come back to this fossile of a video, even better than the first time I listened to it, always a pleasure!
No matter what ambience subject I’m looking up Cryo Chamber always has it and comes up. I should just know after being subscribed to this channel for years to just start here lol.
Last night I was listening to this while reading 'Fallen Angels' from the Horus Heresy series :P I was up to chapter 10, where Nemiel and his squad of Space Marines are accidentally pitted against Praetorians of the Adeptus Mechanicus while trying to protect the forge complex on Diamat. Fitted perfectly
I respect very much this genre of music. I respect the artists and the fans. But I simply can't listen to it. Decontextualized, it's like a mighty punch right in the stomach. Also depending on the tracks and how much electronic they are, but mostly, it's a very ''anti-music'' genre. It's deep, intense, often creepy and infinite. This is for a musician that makes this type of things or for a fan that loves the genre: Why do you listen do this music? What do you find interesting in it? What keeps you coming back to listening again a track or an album? Personally, I can't get it. Who listens to this stuff daily is a genius. I listen to this kind of music in games or films and I like it. But it's tough without a context. If any of you like this type of music, listen to the Quake soundtrack. Cool stuff. I like that. Still, I rarely listen to it outside the game.
I find dark ambient deeply relaxing, I often listen to it before sleep and studying. It's so minimalistic that it doesn't require much of my attention or get annoying if I don't pay attention to it, probably due to it being kinda anti-music as you pointed out. But it sets this chill atmosphere which helps me to either relax or focus. I think it's kind of how other people find darkness comforting and other frightening.
Sixth experience with cryo chamber. Zoned out to find myself in a weird half-sleep state, where I dreamt about a man in his fifties with a kid in the yard under heavy rain wearing a suit and a heavy-looking hat, staring up like they wanted to see what caused the leakage. Then an ad played and snapped me out of it. I sat with a cup of tea, staring outside looking at the wet backyard.
We pulled ourselves, clutching and scraping at the cold, wet earth, from the mine’s entrance to the world above. My brother and I, long dead and buried in the endless labyrinths that now stretched through the dull earth like the guts of some great, slaughtered animal, now returning to life, if only for a moment. Just to catch of whiff of the cold, clean air that ravaged the grey earth, or a faint glimmer of the sun, now choked with ash and smog. We had no mirror with us, but I remember thinking in that moment how we must have looked to any passersby; two ragged and bleary-eyed little stick people, what little pale flesh that remained stretched across their stark bones naked to the whips and stings of the world above. Two skeletons clawing back up from the underworld, desperate to taste again a life which had never cared for them in the first place. I remember that it was snowing, too, dirty, grey-white flecks that peppered the ground and felt like electric shocks on our bare bodies. I shivered, and looked at my brother; he shivered too, and looked back at me. We felt ourselves grinning, blue lips stretched unnaturally back, forming twin skeleton grins. We had made it; against all odds, and despite its horrors, we had succeeded where so many had failed before us; we had reached the surface. However, our victory was short-lived; around the corner there soon walked man in a thick black suit, his face protected from ash and scrutiny by a goblin’s mask, obscene trunk curling down to his belly, as if he was breathing the same used, stale air over and over again. Was it better than the ash on the wind or the soot in the mines? I had no time to ask; as soon as he saw us, he pulled from his belt a black, shiny gun, and cocked back the hammer; “Get back to the mines” he said simply, neither anger nor kindness in his voice; the voice of a machine. I briefly wondered if it was a man at all under that mask. “P-please, sir” my brother said, stepping forward, stumbling pathetically, as if on new legs. “We just wanted to-” *BANG* My brother fell to my feet, a small hole in his forehead the only indication of how he left this world. The small trickle of blood that seeped out was the only color in this grey world. The man pulled the hammer back again, aimed his smoking pistol at me, “Get back to the mines” he said again, in the same metallic voice. I hesitated a moment longer, then found myself diving head-first back into the pit from whence we had come. I heard another gunshot, far above me, the sound echoing off the rusted walls of the old, abandoned sewage pipe, but I knew I was safe; it was only a warning, informing me of what would happen if I ever ventured up into the light again. I didn’t need a warning, though. Now that I had tasted the sooty air of the land above, I had found it only mildly preferable to the fetid air they pumped in deep underground. Now that I had seen the sun, I knew that it was only marginally brighter than the oil lamps we used to guide ourselves through the fathomless darkness. Whatever green utopia our senile old grandfather had once spoken of so earnestly (before he, too, was shot, for “spreading dissatisfaction among the workforce”, they said) was clearly long gone, if, indeed, it had ever existed at all. The land above was no better than the land below, and I now understood that those who said we lived in the world of the dead while the living danced above us under blue skies were wrong; there no longer was a world of the living. All the earth was grey and bleak and unsuitable for anything so precious as life. Any life that had once resided there had either left, or adapted to the shadows, growing so hideously twisted and despicable that it could hardly be called life anymore. All the world was now the land of the dead, and whether or not the ghosts took the shape of crumbling skeletons or goblin-faced machines, whether or not they toiled in the earth or walked in the sun was of little consequence. Death reined above, and death reigned below, and all was rust, and ash, and cold, and hard, and desolate.
I really enjoyed this. I am a fumbling writer with sporadic moments of clever insights into what my characters tell me to "jot" down on my computer, but I have not as yet had the bravery to hold it up for public scrutiny. But your writing... what a chilling and captivating tale. I'd love to read more. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Gives me the feeling of roaming an open world game like Fallout, Skyrim or a dream part of Dishonered....... where time doesn't matter, only the feeling. Just what i need while doing this tasteless business course :) i thank you for the focus i needed......
+Ojinoshi Put our playlist on with our 1 hour mixes and you don't have to tab out to change it every hour, it's what we do when playing F4 on PC, because you can't just play 1 hour of Fallout 4.
I did not "try" I simply pointed out a flaw within your assertion, as this is a 'dark ambient industrial' mix, hence your statement was simply you basing your dislike for the music. You felt intimidated and/or insulted which was a result of your own ineptitude, if your ego can't handle someone pointing out the truth, you're not cut out for the internet. Good day.
Creepy music love it i listened to this ages ago its taken me ages to find it again i thought it was deleted but there it was the 5th time i looked for it i feel so evil listening to this ,':D and what doesn't it mean by little pictures in your mind what pictures? :O
